Naming the Vulgar Spoils: The 'Lowly' Nangong Clan
Don't vulgar trophies deserve names? The 'lowly' Nangong Clan. Could there be anything more shocking?
The Nangong Clan—foremost among the Five Great Families, lineages transcending the heavens. The descriptors fitting for them had always been words of praise: great, mighty, immense, on another level entirely. Never something derogatory like lowly.
Since the Nangong Clan had taken root in the Central Plains, no one had ever heard even a whisper like that. No one had dared utter such words. It was only natural. This was the Nangong Clan, after all. One of the greatest houses in the murim.
But now...
'L-Lowly? Lowly? She called it lowly? Lowly?!'
Nangong Ji's face twisted in shock at words he'd never heard in his life. Even if someone spat the ultimate filial insult—no mother, you bastard—he doubted it'd hit this hard. At least that one had a basis in truth.
And the one saying it was a member of the Nangong Clan? The impact multiplied several times over.
'Wh-What the hell is this... what is this?!'
"H-Huh... huuuh..."
Nangong Ji's entire body twitched like a fish on dry land. Lightning bolts of immense excitement and pleasure surged through him.
It was impossible. Utterly impossible. Feeling ecstasy from his clan being trampled? Only a deranged pervert could experience that. Any normal person knew what to do.
No matter that Bang So-un was his benefactor and superior—he had to call him out for crossing the line.
But Nangong Ji couldn't. He'd realized it. He was that deranged pervert.
He hadn't been aware until meeting Bang So-un, but now his true nature was crystal clear.
'H-How could anyone refuse pleasure like this?!'
What was important? What the hell mattered? The clan? The women of his house? Sure, they mattered. But everything had priorities.
Those things couldn't take precedence over his pleasure. He'd gladly let them be crushed for his enjoyment.
"Ha... haha... hahahahaha..."
Enlightened to the truth, Nangong Ji laughed like a madman. And that wasn't all. Done pretending, he yanked down his pants entirely—down to his underwear.
Rub rub.
Nangong Ji started jerking off right there. He'd shed the hypocrite's shell and awakened as a true pervert.
Bang So-un hadn't expected that, bursting into incredulous laughter.
"What, Nangong? You're a pervert?"
"Y-Yes! I'm a pervert! An irredeemable pervert!"
Nangong Ji admitted it refreshingly. The moment he stood tall as a true deviant.
"Hahaha! Love the confidence. Alright, then. Let me help my brother Nangong feel even better."
Grinning slyly, Bang So-un turned to the Nangong women.
"Hear that? Your young master openly admitted he's a pervert."
"...Yes... we heard..."
"Haha, good. So what now? You worthless bitches gonna let only the young master be the pervert?"
"......No......"
"Exactly. Can't have that. So I'll make you perverts too."
"...Yes... Master..."
What the hell was he planning? Nangong Ji had no clue, but his heart pounded with anticipation. Bang So-un would do something amazing.
"I command you: from now on, you will never wear breast wrappers or pussy wrappers again. Ever."
"Gasp?!"
Nangong Ji's eyes bulged. Totally unexpected.
N-No breast wrappers or pussy wrappers... forever? Meaning the Nangong women would go commando everywhere, anytime?
Just imagining it was mortifying, obscene.
But insanely arousing. Different from plain nudity.
"...Yes... Master...... The lowly Nangong Clan pussy bitches will never wear breast wrappers or pussy wrappers again......"
Naked and prostrated, the Nangong women chorused the absurd order.
But Bang So-un wasn't done with mere replies.
"Tit Painter."
"Yes, Master."
"Bring every brush you have."
"Yes, Master."
Hwa-seon fetched them immediately. As a master painter, she had everything from fine detail brushes to thick ones.
"Dip it in ink."
"Yes, Master."
While Hwa-seon inked the brush, Bang So-un turned back to the women.
"From now on, I'm confiscating your useless breast wrappers and pussy wrappers."
"Ooh, Young Master?"
Jang Il's eyes gleamed, reading his intent perfectly.
Beside the Nangong women lay their discarded clothes—including their underwear. All shapes, colors, fabrics, lewd as women's intimates should be.
Confiscating them as spoils? Perfect proof of conquest. Especially from Nangong bitches. Eternal trophies to commemorate and boast about.
But why the brushes? Simple: true value shines when you know the owner.
"Pass them out from the front."
"Yes, Master."
Hwa-seon placed brushes before the prostrated women. Bang So-un smirked.
"Starting with the first to take a brush: write your epithet and name clearly on your breast wrapper and pussy wrapper. No epithet? Then your status. Got it?"
"...Yes... Master...... The lowly Nangong Clan pussy bitches obey your command......"
"Hahaha."
Jang Il laughed in eager anticipation.
Nangong Ji?
"U-Ughh."
Not even started, and he was already leaking from imagination alone.
***
Calligraphy was basic etiquette for Nangong women. Even in a martial clan, illiteracy screamed low class. Especially the pinnacle noble house.
Calligraphy was child's play. Their grip exuded elegance.
But that dignity evaporated watching where those brushes moved. No—turned utterly ridiculous.
Swoosh. Swish.
Nangong Hwaran's brush—the Nangong clan's golden flower—moved fluidly. Talented all-rounder, her strokes masterful.
But on a thin red fabric scrap, bulging roundly in two spots.
Anyone would know: a breast wrapper.
And there she wrote:
-Azure Sky Flower Nangong Hwaran.
Her epithet and name, bold as a signboard. Right where her full breasts, areolae, and nipples would touch.
"Pfft, pffft-hah!"
Jang Il couldn't hold back his guffaws. Too absurd.
Now anyone seeing that wrapper would know it was Nangong Hwaran's. Even her intimate tastes and tit size.
But that was tame.
Swish, swoosh.
Nangong Biyeon diligently brushed on a butterfly-wing scrap—utterly obscene.
Letters where her pussy would press.
Her world-shaking epithet and name:
-Galaxy Sword Nangong Biyeon.
The Nangong's top female expert buried her honorable name in the filthiest spot.
And...
"Puhaha!"
Bang So-un burst out. A few curly pussy hairs clung lewdly to the fabric.
The Nangong chief expert's filthy pubes on her panties. Who could imagine?
"U-Uwaaah."
Nangong Ji jerked furiously, insane with lust.
That bitch... again with the incest shit. What animal is she?
Bang So-un shot him a glare. Nangong Ji frantically switched hands.
"N-No! I'm jerking to some other bitch! Definitely not my aunt! I'm a pervert, but not into family!"
Unconvincing excuse. But Bang So-un let it slide this time. He'd rigged it so the bastard couldn't fuck anyway.
Effort to preserve basic humanity. What a saint.
Bang So-un chuckled.
"Sure, whatever."
"No, really..."
"Got it, got it. Keep perving out."
Meanwhile, the first round finished.
"Good. Jang Il, collect them."
"Heh heh, yes, Young Master."
The women prostrated again, offering their epithet-marked undies politely with both hands. Incredibly stimulating.
Tap.
As Jang Il reached for Nangong Biyeon's...
"You filthy pig! How dare you touch my undies? I'll chop off those pig arms to knock some sense into you!"
Bang So-un recalled his earlier order: treat Jang Il like an outsider.
"Aigoo, getting called pig so much today—gonna live forever. I'm a bear, but whatever."
"Haha, my bad. Hey, bitches—from now on, treat this guy like me."
New order. Dramatic shift.
"......The lowly Nangong chief pussy bitch is honored beyond words that you personally take my filthy, vulgar breast wrapper and pussy wrapper......"
Nangong Biyeon turned groveling slave instantly.
"Puhaha! Nangong's top expert, and that attitude flip is too quick!"
Jang Il roared with laughter.
"......As Nangong's top expert, I apologize for switching too fast...... Couldn't help it as a lowly Nangong Clan pussy bitch......"
"P-Puhahaha!"
Jang Il exploded again.
Couldn't help it as a lowly Nangong Clan pussy bitch. That short line explained everything.